Sir Brook Fossbrooke, Volume I.. Lever Charles James

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      In a corner of the old red brick quadrangle, to the right of the state entrance, in a small room whose two narrow windows looked into a lane, sat a very well-dressed young-gentleman at a writing-table. Short, and disposed to roundness in face as well as figure, Mr. Cholmondely Balfour scarcely responded in appearance to his imposing name. Nature had not been as bountiful, perhaps, as Fortune; for while he was rich, well born, and considerably gifted in abilities, his features were unmistakably common and vulgar, and all the aids of dress could not atone for the meanness in his general look. Had he simply accepted his image as a thing to be quietly borne and submitted to, the case might not have been so very bad; but he took it as something to be corrected, changed, and ameliorated, and the result was a perpetual struggle to make the most ordinary traits and commonplace features appear the impress of one on whom Nature had written gentleman. It would have been no easy task to have imposed on him in a question of his duty. He was the private secretary of the Viceroy, who was his maternal uncle. It would have been a tough task to have misled or deceived him in any matter open to his intelligence to examine; but upon this theme there was not the inventor of a hair-wash, a skin-paste, a whisker-dye, or a pearl-powder that might not have led him captive. A bishop might have found difficulty in getting audience of him, – a barber might have entered unannounced; and while the lieutenant of a county sat waiting in the antechamber, the tailor, with a new waistcoat pattern, walked boldly into the august presence. Entering life by that petite porte of politics, an Irish office, he had conceived a very humble estimate of the people amongst whom he was placed. Regarding his extradition from Whitehall and its precincts as a sort of probationary banishment, he felt, however, its necessity; and as naval men are accredited with two years of service for every one year on the coast of Africa, Mr. Balfour was aware that a grateful Government could equally recognize the devotion of him who gave some of the years of his youth to the Fernando Po of statecraft.

      This impression, being rarely personal in its consequences, was not of much moment; but it was conjoined with a more serious error, which was to imagine that all rule and governance in Ireland should be carried on with a Machiavellian subtlety. The people, he had heard, were quick-witted; he must therefore out-manoeuvre them. Jobbery had been, he was told, the ruin of Ireland; he would show its inefficiency by the superior skill with which he could wield its weapon. To be sure his office was a very minor one, its influence very restricted, but Mr. Balfour was ambitious; he was a Viceroy’s nephew; he had sat for months in the House, from which he had been turned out on a petition. He had therefore social advantages to build on, abilities to display, and wrongs to avenge; and as a man too late for the train speculates during the day how far on his road he might have been by this time or by that, so did Mr. Balfour continually keep reminding himself how, but for that confounded petition, he might now have been a Treasury this or a Board of Trade that, – a corporal, in fact, in that great army whose commissioned officers are amongst the highest in Europe.

      Let us now present him to our reader, as he lay back in his chair, and by a hand-bell summoned his messenger.

      “I say, Watkins, when Clancey calls about those trousers show him in, and send some one over to the packet-office about the phosphorus blacking; you know we are on the last jar of it. If the Solicitor-General should come – ”

      “He is here, sir; he has been waiting these twenty minutes. I told him you were with his Excellency.”

      “So I was, – so I always am,” said he, throwing a half-smoked cigar into the fire. “Admit him.”

      A pale, care-worn, anxious-looking man, whose face was not without traces of annoyance at the length of time he had been kept waiting, now entered and sat down.

      “Just where we were yesterday, Pemberton,” said Balfour, as he rose and stood with his back to the fire, the tails of his gorgeous dressing-gown hanging over his arms. “Intractable as he ever was; he won’t die, and he won’t resign.”

      “His friends say he is perfectly willing to resign if you agree to his terms.”

      “That may be possible; the question is, What are his terms? Have you a precedent of a Chief Baron being raised to the peerage?”

      “It’s not, as I understand, the peerage he insists on; he inclines to a moneyed arrangement.”

      “We are too poor, Pemberton, – we are too poor. There’s a deep gap in our customs this quarter. It’s reduction we must think of, not outlay.”

      “If the changes are to be made,” said the other, with a tone of impatience, “I certainly ought to be told at once, or I shall have no time left for my canvass.”

      “An Irish borough, Pemberton, – an Irish borough requires so little,” said Balfour, with a compassionate smile.

      “Such is not the opinion over here, sir,” said Pemberton, stiffly; “and I might even suggest some caution in saying it.”

      “Caution is the badge of all our tribe,” said Balfour, with a burlesque gravity. “By the way, Pemberton, his Excellency is greatly disappointed at the issue of these Cork trials; why did n’t you hang these fellows?”

      “Juries can no more be coerced here than in England; they brought them in not guilty.”

      “We know all that, and we ask you why? There certainly was little room for doubt in the evidence.”

      “When you have lived longer in Ireland, Mr. Balfour, you will learn that there are other considerations in a trial than the testimony of the witnesses.”

      “That’s exactly what I said to his Excellency; and I remarked, ‘If Pemberton comes into the House, he must prepare for a sharp attack about these trials.’”

      “And it is exactly to ascertain if I am to enter Parliament that I have come here to-day,” said the other, angrily.

      “Bring me the grateful tidings that the Lord Chief Baron has joined his illustrious predecessors in that distinguished court, I ‘ll answer you in five minutes.”

      “Beattie declares he is better this morning. He says that he has in all probability years of life before him.”

      “There ‘s nothing so hard to kill as a judge, except it be an archbishop. I believe a sedentary life does it; they say if a fellow will sit still and never move he may live to any age.”

      Pemberton took an impatient turn up and down the room, and then wheeling about directly in front of Balfour, said, “If his Excellency knew, perhaps, that I do not want the House of Commons – ”

      “Not want the House, – not wish to be in Parliament?”

      “Certainly not. If I enter the House, it is as a law-officer of the Crown; personally it is no object to me.”

      “I’ll not tell him that, Pem. I’ll keep your secret safe, for I tell you frankly it would ruin you to reveal it.”

      “It’s no secret, sir; you may proclaim it, – you may publish it in the ‘Gazette,’ But really we are wasting much valuable time here. It is now two o’clock, and I must go down to Court. I have only to say that if no arrangement be come to before this time to-morrow – ” He stopped short. Another word might have committed him, but he pulled up in time.

      “Well, what then?” asked Balfour, with a half smile.

      “I have heard you pride yourself, Mr. Balfour,” said the other, recovering, “on your skill in nice negotiation; why not СКАЧАТЬ